A saddle's sister

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This is a poem about my leather Oxford shoes, not horses-

Submitted: June 17, 2011

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Submitted: June 17, 2011

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You tie me up You wear me down. Click, clack, as I walk past. Scent of a saddle Shine like a crocodile. Alone, I stay. After sleep comes to you. Unbraided, as repunzel's long hair. I'll stay my place As if I have the choice. Until we click clack again. Tie me up. Rip my skin. My braids come undone. Still, I click clack again.


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